I dream of a cottage by the sea, That is nestled high above the dunes. It rests at the edge of memory, Pass the garden of many moons. Its ivied gable rises humbly, Its shutters softened by sunny afternoons. Its weathered walls of pale stone, Speak of another time unknown. (have I been here before?) [Refrain] The Cottage by the Sea calls me home To where the tides pulse like a metronome To rest my spirit beneath that twilight dome My body perfectly embraced in mossy loam A flagstone path beckons beneath my feet, Leading to a painted door of dark blue hue. I hear a voice say, “It’s a pleasure to meet—” “Dust off your feet and come in. Won’t you?” Passing some rosebushes: red, pink, and peach, I marvel at how lushly they all grew. My gaze, now cleared, bids me look beyond a ways To catch a pebbled path glis’ning so in the sun’s rays. [Refrain] The Cottage by the Sea calls me home To where the tides pulse like a metronome To rest my spirit beneath that twilight dome My body perfectly embraced in mossy loam My ears tell me the ocean is near; And as my bare feet breaks the line, The waves roar out as if to shout, “Here! Here!” The white gulls soar and trill from far up high; They declare: “Past and future rest in yesteryear.” I hold the sand to gaze at its glittery shine, And as I watch the grains drift from my hand, I let out a sigh, accepting this sweet dreamland. [Refrain] The Cottage by the Sea calls me home To where the tides pulse like a metronome To rest my spirit beneath that twilight dome My body perfectly embraced in mossy loam Here, a mystical sanctuary is found, Where white crests upon blue waves wave in the sun, Where peace and tranquility dwell abound, Where sunbeams prance and dance in good fun, Conjuring up wishes of love newly found, Where wistful daydreams are spun, Where white shores stretch on and on, And the woes of the world are ever gone. (the cottage by the sea) [Refrain] The Cottage by the Sea calls me home To where the tides pulse like a metronome To rest my spirit beneath that twilight dome My body perfectly embraced in mossy loam Sit a while and dream (dream) At the cottage by the sea (sea) Where lost exists not at all (all) Like Paradise before the fall (fall) Sit a while and dream (sit a while and dream)
